#pls ignore any typos

[merlinmylove]

Dragonlord reveal: The Darkest Hour rewrite

Bamf Merlin

The Prince Regent faces the Cailleach. “I am willing to pay whatever price is necessary” Arthur spoke, his voice steady with determination.

Merlin pushes him out of the way. “No. You will not”

“Merlin, stand down! This is not your time to play hero” Arthur pleads, trying to keep his wayward manservant at bay, desperate to keep the situation under his control.

But Merlin ignores him. He keeps his eyes focused on the Cailleach as he walks closer to the stone alter in front of the torn veil. “We know what price must be paid for the veil to close. A blood sacrifice”

“Indeed” The old crone smiled a wicked smile, “The witch killed her own sister upon the blessed alter, and tore open the veil between the worlds. A similar sacrifice must be paid to close it”

“Then I give my life to repair the damage my sister caused” Arthur tried yet again to step forwards, but once more Merlin interrupted him.

“A blood sacrifice, yes. You did not specify that a life must be taken. And I willingly give my blood”

“Merlin!” Arthur groaned indignantly as his servant ignored him.

The Cailleach moved closer to the pair, taking them in. Her eyes looked calculating as she observed their odd behaviour.

“And what would the blood of a servant be compared to the life of a prince?” she mocked. She knew of course that he was Emrys, she knew what powers he possessed. Perhaps she wondered how he would challenge her.

Merlin steadies himself, shoulders tighting and back straight, “I am the last dragonlord”

The Cailleach smiled.

“I am the son of Lord Balinor Ambrosius, third of his name, Duke of Elmet and descendant of the Fisher King.” Pausing for just a moment to gather his courage, he continued;

“I am the last of my kind, the last man in a lineage that predates the Roman Invasion. You ask what my blood is worth…Dragonsblood flows through my veins: the ancient creatures of the Old Religion, venerated and revered all over the world. My blood is that of dragons.”

Merlin could not keep his eyes off the torn veil in front of him. He could feel Arthur looking at him, probably distraught and angry, but he knew had to keep going. But then, In his peripheral vision, he could see Lancelot nearing the veil — no!

Merlin could not stand by and watch as another friend looses his life when he knew he could prevent their death. He is Emrys, magic incarnate, and the Cailleach knew it.

The magic inside him flared up. It’s not the first time he’s used his powers to speak change into existence. If he says his blood is worth the same as a life given willingly, then it is.

“A single drop of my blood is worth more than the life of a High Priestess.”

A moment to silence passed before the Cailleach nodded her head in acceptance.

«How brave, young dragon. So you do challenge me after all. Very well. But are you sure you’re willing to part with such a precious thing? You might save your Prince’s life tonight, but tomorrow when you return to Camelot he will demand that you burn at the stake for your powers”

Arthur’s breath hitched and he tried to lift a hand and reach Merlin. He ignored his hand as he raised his voice again.

“Then so be it”

Merlin kneeled down to get the dagger he always kept in his boot. Handy for all sorts of occasions; cutting herbs, whittling firewood, stopping assassins, and apparently, sacrificing his own blood.

Holding his hand up and over the alter he spoke “I willingly give my own blood to heal the veil that Morgana tore open. May the spirits find their rest and return to their rightful home”

The blade cut into his palm and he squeezed hard. A single drop of red fell down onto the alter already tainted with Morgauses’ blood.

A warm and soothing wind rushed through the Isle of the Blessed as the torn veil stitched itself back together. The silence that followed was deafening as the haunted screams of the spirits disappeared and the wind stopped howling.

A few moments passed before the Cailleach spoke. “It is done. The veil is closed, and the spirits will no longer torment the living. Your sacrifice was accepted by the gods and goddesses.”

Her eyes leered form under her hood

“But will it be accepted by your Prince? He is, after all, the son of the man who eradicated your entire family”

She disappeared into thin air before he could reply. Not that he knew what he would’ve said. Neither does he know what Arthur will say once he turns around.

But he knows what he will see.

The face of a man who’s been lied to for years. The betrayal and fear will be clear as day, and there is nothing he can do about it now. He made his choice, and now he must stand by it.

Merlin knows he ought to be executed or exiled simply for existing. All the knights surrounding him has sworn an oath to uphold the laws of their kingdom — and the law says he must die. They’re all expert killers, carrying swords and dressed in battlearmour. If they were not his friends, he would be petrified.

Merlin can only hope Arthur is kind enough to allow him a moment to say goodbye to Gaius and Gwen before he’s banished.

And perhaps Arthur had been right all those times he’s called him a coward. Because when he turns he does so without looking at Arthur or the knights, instead keeping his eyes on the stone floor at all times.

“We must hurry back. Camelot will be happy to see their Regent alive and well”

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Read it on AO3 here

[dreamsuvivor]

Is it just me or does anyone else have this irrational feeling that Vi & Xaden will die at the end of the series?

Idk if it’s the vibes of the writing or just the tism in me, I can’t really pinpoint the thing but I feel like this is not going to be a happy ending.

Maybe it’s the whole theme of them (and their dragons) dying when the other one does, or how Xaden constantly says that ‘She’ll be the death of him’, or maybe that somebody pointed out that Dain and Sloane are the balance to Xaden and Vi (wingleader x first year, child of the general x marked one, mind reader x power channeler). Maybe I’m just going insane from Onyx storm hangover.

[curiosity-killed]

it is still technically (as of this sentence but definitely not by the time i hit post) wip wednesday in my timezone so have a lil snippet i enjoyed writing

Despite her qualms, they made it to the surface without incident, and Siobhán looped their elbows together in easy, familiar posture.

“Now, breathe,” she directed under her breath before tilting her gaze toward the other side of the deck.

Now that they could so easily be seen, the crowd that had gathered began to perk up and nudge one another. They didn’t dare point at the two of them, but their blatant nods and significant looks were just as effective. At the burst of muffled noise, Siobhán released one hand from Jisel’s arm to wave brightly at all of them. Jisel took the moment to steal a breath and steel herself.

Regal, Siobhán had said. She was the daughter of the king and queen; she could figure regal out, even if it had never in her life been used to describe her.

She found herself imagining Callebero, his court face. She hated when he turned it on her, growing cold and closed-off, but she’d seen him use it too many times to deny its effectiveness. When he was listening to petitioners or puzzling out an uncomfortable situation, it offered a facade of serenity before he was ready to speak. When she’d first seen it, the first time she ever saw the Bloodletter sitting on his throne in the midst of his city of tents, she’d been terrified.

She didn’t want fear, exactly. Or—maybe a little. Like a tiger flaunting its brilliant stripes, she could warn any who approached that she, too, had claws even when they were sheathed. If Siobhán was to be the sweet and approachable queen, she could make herself untouchable.

[enderpawu]

walking through the city and dying inside ! (hes so real for that)

this time wanted to make more of a comic cus i am silly like that :3 also for anyone who doesnt know, this is for my hc au! its called "time magic" and if u like this then consider checking out my page, still a work in progress but arent we all.

[rainyramblesscramble]

Wiping away cheek kisses from the 141 as a joke? Overall, not recommended 💀

‘M tired y’all, don’t judge. It’s just a little something different than usual, via my notes app, from my time w/o internet

With Price, come on. You really thought that was a good idea for a joke, sweet? 🤨 That wasn’t very nice. 0/10. Could probably go one of two ways, depending on his mood. Good mood: to teach you a lesson by withholding future kisses from you. How long that lasts is up to you, doll 🤷‍♂️ Bad mood? Oh, he needs you to accept his kisses. Can’t have his heart broken by the one person who brings him peace, after all. So, the prick pulls you right back to smother you with so many kisses that it’d be impossible to wipe them all away. You brought this upon yourself, doll 😌

With Simon…no. Not a good joke. -100/10. Might have a little moment of serious thought once he sees that hand come up to wipe away his kiss—wondering if he’d somehow missed one of your tells that you’d been upset with him about something. He swore he’d taken out the trash like you’d asked, swore he’d mopped the mud from his boots in the foyer—oh. Oh that was a joke? Not a very good one, luvie. Don’t scare him like that, yeah? Had a moment there where he almost thought that you were just losing interest in him, or something, but wouldn’t admit that. Can’t lose his favourite person, not now or ever. Doesn’t think he could stomach such a thought. Reassures himself at your cost, and crowds your space until you accept his fawkin’ kisses.

Kyle would most certainly pout. Ever attentive, he may gently try and ask if there was something wrong, at first. Had he done something to upset you? Was it that annoying coworker again? Was that obnoxious neighbour still bugging you? No? What is it then, luv? Some slight internal panic, but he masks it by trying to figure out what happened. Will use his skills in psychological warfare to ease the truth out of you—for your own good, he swears!—only to figure out that it was just a prank. Nearly had his heart beatin’ outta his chest, luv! 😮‍💨Don’t toy with him like that, yeah? Now give him a right proper kiss to apologise—

Trying this on Johnny will backfire. Be prepared for whiplash. Wipe away his kiss, and he’ll stand there for a moment, confused x100. Tries again—maybe you just had an itch? He’ll shave a lil for you later. But when you wipe that one away too, he knows what he saw. Frowns, and may or may not just pick you right up, and march you over to the couch/bed. What’s all this for, eh? Wipin’ away his kiss like that, bon? Relentless when he discovers it was only a joke. Welp! Looks like your stuck wherever he’s managed to pin you 😚 Just maybe save this prank until after he’s showered, next time, else risk smelling like his workout all day 🤷‍♂️

[meowrimo]

zoro + mutual masturbation has been on the brain . . WC : 500

zoro’s never done anything sexually past fisting his cock whenever the urge was too strong. he doesn’t know how to please another person in that way, hell, he barely knows how to please himself. its been his biggest worry when it comes to you — his pride riding on the fact that he has to be the best, needs to make you unravel around him as he drives you over the edge.

so you had the brilliant idea of showing him how. the only catch is that he had to show you too.

everything happened so quickly — clothes being shed, door securely locked, your back pressed against the padded arm of the couch while he all but towers over you, leaning into your space with his hand gripping his cock.

the closeness was palpable, zoro all but stealing your breaths as his face was mere inches away from yours, letting out raspy pants of your name as he flicks his wrist faster to the sight before him.

sweat beads along his hair line, one by one falling down the side of his face, tracing his sharp jawline before dripping off his chin. the room’s tension was immeasurably thick, creating a foggy heat that licked at his abdomen, almost coaxing him to prematurely spill into his hand.

doing everything he can to combat it, he swallows thickly, feeling his adam’s apple bob with a slight perspiration covering his skin in his own dew of desire.

zoro knew you were speaking, could hear your sweet voice trying to tell him something that could’ve been important to the task at hand — but all he could zero in on is the squelch of your cunt as you stuff another finger in. you were so wet, folds glistening under the soft light in the room you two explored each other in. zoro licks his lips in anticipation, mouth watering for a taste he’s never had but yearns for like no other.

pulsing with need, his fist tightly closed around his ever leaking tip and gives it a few squeezes in hopes of staving off his release, unintentially edging himself as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

mystified, zoro can’t look away. not when his name sounds like a prayer as it tumbles out from your lips. with a groan, his hips stutter as he loses control, feeling himself spurt up along his hot, heaving chest. sharp eyes trained between your legs as you all but ride your hand, juices steadily coating your fingers.

ignoring his own mess, he lunges toward you before he can even think, lightly gripping your wrist and enveloping your fingers in his mouth. the groan he lets out reverberates along your bones and deep in your soul, building up another fire within you as his tongue swirls between your digits until they’re perfectly clean.

“again.” is all he says with a breathy grunt, pulling you flush against the couch, situating between your legs with a starved yet determined lust blown look in his eye. “but this time, i want to do it.”

[deansbeer]

hey girl. i love telepath! reader. ik it’s not halloween yet but i can literally see her trying to match bolt and be a playboy bunny. how do you think dean would react to that?🩷

oh, mans would so malfunction at the sight of her in a playboy bunny costume ‼️ + thank u sm for loving telepath!reader !!! it truly makes my lil heart so happy to hear <33

you're standing in your room, carefully applying the finishing touches to your halloween makeup as bolt lounges lazily on your bed, watching you with his twitching nose and curious little eyes. as usual, you're talking to him like he's your personal stylist.

"what do you think, bolt? the black ones or the pink ones?" you hold up two options of bunny ears in front of him. he doesn’t move, just stares, but you take his silence as an answer. "black it is. good choice, bub. classy."

he's your little partner-in-crime tonight, at least in spirit. you're going as a playboy bunny, and bolt, well, he's the inspiration behind the whole thing. he’s staying behind with dean and sam, though. you'd asked dean earlier if he could bunny-sit, and of course, he agreed. it wasn't like you asked him to do much—just keep an eye on the little furball while you were out.

you glance at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place. the black satin bodysuit fits you like a glove, hugging your curves in all the right places. the sheer black tights make your legs look impossibly long, and the stilettos you chose—which you're still not entirely sure you won’t regret later—add the perfect touch. the bunny ears sit atop your head, completing the look.

"how do i look, bolt?" you ask, turning to face him with a grin. he twitches his ears, and you laugh. "yeah, i thought so. stunning, right?"

bolt doesn't answer, obviously, but you like to think he's silently hyping you up.

when you step out of your room, holding bolt in one arm and fixing the bunny ears as you walk, you head toward the library where sam and dean are. sam's sitting at the table, nose buried in some kind of research, while dean is leaning back in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers.

you adjust one of your heels as you step into the room, the soft click of them echoing in the quiet space. both of their heads snap up when they hear you.

"so?" you say, smiling as you approach the table. "how do i look?”

sam's the first to speak, a warm smile spreading across his face. "wow, you look great. very… festive."

you laugh, setting bolt gently on the table in front of him. "thanks, sam. you're watching him while dean drops me off, right?"

"yeah, no problem," sam replies, reaching out to scratch bolt behind his ears.

then you turn to dean, who hasn't said a word yet. he's just sitting there, staring at you like he doesn't know what to do with himself. his jaw is tight, and his eyes keep darting between your face and—well, everywhere else. finally, he clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter.

"you look… uh, good. yeah. real good," he says, his voice gruff.

you notice the way he shifts in his seat, his hand briefly brushing over his thigh as if he's trying to adjust something. you don't think much of it, though, just flash him a smile.

"thanks, de. ready to go?"

he nods, standing up a little too quickly. "yeah, let's go."

the ride to the party is quiet at first. you're messing with your phone, checking for texts from your friends, while dean keeps his eyes firmly on the road. but you can feel the tension in the air, the way he keeps shifting in his seat every few minutes.

"you okay over there?" you ask, glancing at him curiously.

"yeah, fine," he says quickly, his voice a little too sharp.

you raise an eyebrow. "you sure? you've been squirming since we left. what’s going on?"

he hesitates, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "just… sore, that's all.”

you tilt your head, confused. "sore? why would you be sore? didn't sam say you skipped working out today?"

he grits his teeth, clearly regretting his excuse. "just drop it, okay?"

you roll your eyes but don't push it. whatever's going on with him, he'll tell you if he wants to. maybe you'll just have to get inside his head yourself. but that's an invasion of privacy and you'd prefer him to tell you, rather than you sticking your nose in his business.

when you finally pull up to your friend's house, the street is already packed with cars, and you can hear the faint thump of music from inside. you spot your friend waiting near the door, waving excitedly when she sees you.

"thanks for the ride, dean," you say, opening the door.

"no problem, sweetheart," he mutters, his voice tight.

you step out of the car, adjusting your tights and tugging the bodysuit into place as you walk toward the house. your friend meets you halfway, pulling you into a hug.

"oh my god, you look so hot!" she gushes, pulling back to look at your outfit.

"so do you!" you reply with a laugh, but before you can say anything else, a guy steps out onto the porch, joining your friend.

he immediately places a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to introduce himself. you're polite, smiling and nodding, but you can feel the older winchester brother's eyes burning into the back of your head from the car.

he's gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white, his jaw clenched as he watches the scene unfold. the guys laughs at something you say, his hand lingering on your arm a little too long for dean's liking.

"sonuva bitch,” dean mutters under his breath, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal as he pulls away from the curb. he doesn't even wait for you to go inside before speeding off, the tires squealing slightly as he turns the corner.

his heart is pounding in his chest, his mind racing with a mix of anger and jealousy. who the hell does the guy think his is, touching you like that? you're his girl. well, not officially, but still. you're his.

he spends the entire drive back to the bunker stewing in his own thoughts, alternating between cursing himself for not saying anything and cursing out the guy for daring to lay a hand on you.

back at the bunker, sam glances up when dean storms inside, slamming the door behind him.

"everything okay?" sam asks, raising an eyebrow.

dean doesn't answer, just heads toward the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge and mutters, "watch the damn bunny."

sam exchanges a confused look with bolt, who twitches his ears in response.

meanwhile, dean sits at the table, staring at the bottle in his hand, already counting down the hours until he can go pick you up—and maybe punch the guy in the face while he’s at it.

[starrystevie]

18+ | explicit sex & smoking | read here on ao3

it's 1996 when steve's world gets turned upside down again.

or, well, technically it's a few minutes into '97 when everything changes. he's at a new years party that his ex timothy is hosting and everyone is still hooting and hollering as they ring it in, pressing sloppy kisses to cheeks and lips with arms hooked around necks.

steve doesn't get kissed. not because people aren't eyeing him with a smirk and mischief and open arms of their own. no, he doesn't let himself get kissed because something feels... off about the night. the energy is weird, buzzing through his skin like electricity, keeping him on edge in a way he hasn't been since he left hawkins for boston in the fist place.

it isn't long until he figures out why.

timmy is walking up to him with his hands on some guy's shoulders, pushing him backwards with a wide smile like he's trying to convince him of something. the guy is about his height, short cropped dark hair and a leather jacket, the sight of his back alone getting steve excited. timmy always did know his type to a t.

"hey!" timmy yells over the music as he catches steve's eye. "got someone for you to meet."

once the guy turns around, the smiles on both steve and the mystery guy's faces fall before their minds catch up with them and plaster them back together. even with the short cropped hair, even with the piercing in his eyebrow, even with the stubble spreading over his defined jaw, steve would know that face, that heartbeat, anywhere.

"steve, i wanted to introduce you to someone. jamie, this is steve, you know... the guy i was telling you about?"

timmy's trying to be helpful, not even attempting to be subtle as he pushes the two closer together with a wide grin. steve's going on autopilot, reaching out a hand to grab the one outstretched towards him, but his brain is going a million miles a minute.

"nice to meet you, steve," eddie, or... jamie, says, palm pressed tightly against his own.

steve can't say anything, focusing too much on the warmth on his palm and the way his deep voice shakes through him like thunder and the way he feels like he's 19 again with a stuttering heart.

"what are-" he starts.

eddie shakes his head and tugs on steve's hand. "not here. come on."

they end up in a secluded corner, close enough that steve can smell smoke and leather polish and the sharp bite of his cologne. close enough that he can see the lines starting to appear on the corners of eddie's eyes, the stray grey hairs popping up in his beard, the questions swirling behind his eyes.

"eddie."

"jamie," is all he says back, not even bothering to look away from steve's eyes. "it's jamie now."

they both sigh like they don't know where to start because they don't. steve grapples with all the questions in his mind before settling on one. the one that tore through him late at night. the one that stayed on the tip of his tongue anytime he heard a van backfire or metallica.

"where did you go?" he knows it sounds like an accusation because it is. he doesn't let himself feel bad when eddie (jamie) flinches.

"feds," he replies easily, sneaking a cigarette out of his pocket and putting it between his lips. he tilts his head back to light it away from steve's face, blowing smoke up towards the ceiling. "once i got better, they scooped me up and brought me to boston. new name, new hairstyle, new life. at least they let me choose my name so i didn't get stuck with some thing awful."

steve snorts. "so you ended up with 'jamie' how?"

"middle name's james. it just made sense." he says it with a shrug and puffs at his cigarette again.

they look at each other for a moment. steve watches his tongue flit out of his mouth to wet his lips, watches the overhead lights glint off the metal of a surprise tongue piercing, watches his throat swallow around nothing but spit.

he can see, feel, eddie doing the same. he hams it up, pulls his lip between his teeth and makes it a show, looks back up at eddie from under his lashes. takes in a deep breath when eddie inches closer to him until their hips are bumping and steve plucks the cigarette out of his lips for a puff of his own.

he's 19 again, in love or like or lust with a boy in a leather jacket that has the world against him. he's 19 again, working a hand over himself to thoughts of his crush who up and vanished without so much as a goodbye. he's 19 again, crying after he comes, wishing he could go back in time before he met curly hair and a battle vest.

"so how do you know tim?" eddie whispers like he has to be quiet even though the part is loud and no one could hear them if they tried.

"how do you know him?" steve asks back, blowing out smoke and putting the cigarette back between eddie's barely spread lips.

his eyes flick down to look at steve's still pursed lips from when he angled the smoke over his shoulder. "we used to fuck, once upon a time when i first got to boston."

steve hums like it's the answer he expected and maybe it is. "same here. dated for about a year."

eddies eyes grow wide and his hip bumps into steve's like it's a question in and of itself and maybe it is. "didn't know you swing that way, harrington."

"well, you don't really know anything about me then, do you? didn't back then either, munson."

his eyes goes even wider, something like fear and shame and comfort and hope swimming in them. "leonard. it's leonard now."

steve hums again, says 'jamie leonard' like he's feeling it out on his tongue. tasting it between his teeth. teaching his mouth how to form the words instead of what he really wants to say like 'eddie' or 'munson' or 'i'm still somehow in love with you no matter your name'.

"jamie leonard," he says again, breath hitting eddie's lips. he shivers when he sees his lips part a bit more like he wants to swallow the sound and air that steve gives him. "we have a lot to catch up on, don't we?"

steve's apartment isn't all that big, isn't exactly small either but it has everything he could possibly need. he has a living room that looks out over the harbor and a kitchen with all new appliances and eddie munson naked in his bedroom. you know, the essentials.

their clothes are all over the floor, eddie's motorcycle helmet flung somewhere in the vague direction of the armchair in the corner but the smack it makes when it hits the wall makes steve think there's probably a hole in the drywall.

but eddie's sucking on his cock, hands wrapped around his thighs as he takes him even deeper, eyes flicking up to meet steve's, beard scratchy as it rubs against his sensitive skin. he's never been blown by someone with a tongue piercing but he doesn't think he can ever go back now.

the last thing on his mind is wondering if there's a hole in the goddamn wall.

"oh fuck, yeah there you go. feels so goddamn good," steve breathes out as he feels the back of eddie's throat on his cockhead. he tangles a hand as best he can in his short dark hair to try and coax him even deeper. eddie hums at either the praise or the tug on his hair or the way it feels as he works his tongue over steve's cock and it makes him jolt unexpectedly.

if he could go back in time and tell his 19 year old self that eddie was alive, that he was okay and breathing and learning how to suck cock like a goddamn professional, he'd do it in a heartbeat. save himself a few years of pining and fly straight out to boston to see it for himself. he's sure robin would have preferred to not have to listen to his whining everyday about brown eyes and dark curls.

eddie brings a hand to cup his balls, finger teasingly pressing into steve's taint, bobbing his head eagerly like he wants him to come in his mouth, but steve has other plans. he tugs eddie off of his cock quickly, lines of thick spit falling between them and sticking to his chin before crowding him up against the pillows.

steve kisses like he's dying and eddie is survival. he kisses him like he is drowning and eddie is the shore that he's clawing his way towards. he kisses him like 19 year old steve could only dream about.

soon enough, steve's sliding into him with a groan that he lets eddie swallow from him. the headboard knocks heavily into the wall a few times making even more possible holes, but all steve can focus on is the heat around him, the way eddie's whines bounce off the walls of his too empty bedroom and cover him like a blanket.

he likes fucking this way. he likes being able to watch as someone's face contorts into pleasure, like to see eyes rolling back and mouths dropping open and sweat beading around their hairline. likes seeing eddie fall apart.

"steve, oh my god," eddie's voice is still deeper than he's used to as he moans so he angles his hips up more to hear it again, the low timbre snaking through his veins and leaving fire in its wake. "don't stop."

"i won't," he groans into eddie's open mouth. "wanted this for so long, for fucking 11 years, not giving you up yet."

it's a bit more open than steve normally is when he first fucks someone but this isn't just someone. this isn't fucking a stranger he picked up in a bar that had almost the right shade of brown eyes and patches on his jacket that are almost the right shape. this is eddie. his eddie. or well... jamie.

"fuck, i'm gonna date you so fucking hard, harrington. yeah, right there keep going, shit-"

he's babbling as steve works his hips faster, tangling their free hands together to press above their heads on a pillow, and it's everything steve could have asked for. hearing his name fall from the lips he's dreamed about for years, sharing the same air as they breath into one another.

he thought he was over it, thought he had moved on at least a little bit from a halfway stranger he knew in his teens, but with the way they're both looking straight into each other's eyes begging each other to see them, he thinks they might both be back in 1986.

"what do-" steve cuts himself off as he whimpers, close, so close to the finish line. "what do you want me to call you? is it jamie or-"

he's shaking his head on the pillow, leaning up to bite at steve's lips and pull it between his teeth. he looks serious and certain when he says, "no, that name's not for you, it's... i need-"

steve brings his hand down to work over his cock and revel in the way his eyes roll back until he can only see white. he hits something that makes his eyes fly back open and he gets to see his favorite shade of brown again.

"eddie," he whispers. leaning down quickly, steve presses a kiss to his ear before whispering his favorite name there too. "eddie, baby, come on. let me... come on, eddie."

it feels silly to be chanting a name of a ghost as intensely as he is. but he can see it crawl over eddie like it's bringing him back to life. like he isn't bones on the ground in an alternate dimension. like he isn't a plain headstone in a graveyard next to a forgotten trailer park. like he isn't playing pretend with a fake name and a fake life.

steve says eddie and it brings him home.

afterwards, they lay together in steve's probably too soft bed, tears drying on both of their cheeks as they catch up. as they tell each other secrets that their younger selves could never dare. as the piece together the lives they have and the lives they want to have and slot each other into the mix.

steve has a hand in eddie's hair, eddie has one trailing over steve's arm that's slung over his chest. he's always been a fan of cuddling after sex.

"y'know," eddie mutters, "tim's been trying to get me to meet his hot teacher friend for months now."

steve hums, presses a kiss to his temple. "and he's been trying to get me to meet his hot motorcycle tech for months, too."

there are a few holes in the walls from the headboard and eddie's helmet, but steve thinks that they can patch those up, too.

he's still jamie leonard to the outside world. he's still a guy who doesn't have much family other than a mysterious uncle in indiana and doesn't have many friends other than ex boyfriends. he still introduces himself with a handshake and says a fake name like it's real.

but when he gets home, when he crawls onto a couch that overlooks the harbor and has arms wrapped around him, he gets to be eddie munson once more. and with the ghost of a man in his arms, steve harrington feels more like himself than he ever thought he would.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

it’s always so fun to see suguru interact with literally anyone because it’s so clear how intentionally he presents himself depending on who he’s speaking to. and his values always bleed out through his interactions in one way or another … he’s polite towards authority figures / adults and finds it important to address them with respect but only if they’re actually deserving of said respect (child killers = generally No. LMAOO …) like he lectured satoru about using watashi or boku when speaking to tengen but was also on board with fighting them if it turned out riko wanted to live. he isn’t a kiss ass, his own morals ultimately override the importance he places on age hierarchies, he just recognizes the importance of politeness (or presenting yourself as such) = taking care not to step on anyone’s toes, especially as a young person, especially in a society where age matters a Lot,,, anyway suguru has a distrust of adults and it shows through his masking. because yes he’s respectful towards them but he’s also rocking his customer service smile the Whole time. his own values have a lot to do with Respect and Order and etc; like he cares about that kind of tradition but do i think he trusts the judgment of the adults around him ??? well . No. yaga is the only adult in the series that suguru feels safe enough around to act childish with (to . someee degree) (see also: him joking about yaga going senile and following it up with ’well jokes aside ^_^’ LMAO….) and even that bond ends up broken, presumably during his deterioration. he calls him a muscle-brained moron in jjk 0 and i don’t think he was putting up a front in that scene LOL ,,, he ultimately dislikes yaga’s social ineptitude (even though they both act more through subtlety than directness yaga is like ,,,, incapable of having tact. lol. i hate him sorry anywayyyy). all this to say suguru is a respectful boy towards adults but i do think he distrusts them more than anyone.

with his seniors in jujutsu high i think his respect is more sincere but it’s hard to tell since we only see him speaking to yuki when he’s … too depressed and suicidal to joke around, even if he wanted to. but i don’t think he would have even if he could. yuki is not only his senior but also strong(er than him… lol) other than that we only see him interacting with utahime, and this interaction is really interesting and telling because he acts really condescending towards her without realizing it. i also think you can read his initial words (”it’s not nice to pick on the weak, satoru.”) <- as playful in itself if not a little mean. which is weird because she is very much his senior, and it does make me wonder if suguru ultimately considers strength to be more important than age ,,,, in the sense that like . well. He’s the senior as far as ability goes. utahime is also their friend ,,, kind of . at least shoko’s friend so that could play a part !! but yeah i do think suguru would treat a senior with genuine respect, at least provided that they’re strong — he is a respectful boy and i believe it’s more than just for appearance sake, albeit still calculated (i said that people need to Earn his respect and i stand by that but i also think he’s more than capable of sucking up if that’s what the situation demands …. we never see him in that scenario, though, so i can’t say for sure but i would assume so. there’s a line, though.)

then we have his interactions with his juniors (<- or ppl who are younger than him in general) which are like . soooooo charming so very charming. haibara is the most obvious example and most clear-cut evidence that sugu has a senpai complex LOL (only half-kidding i do think he’s a little sick about it) because he pampers him … he’s not overly coddling but he’s so obviously fond, he buys him drinks, he puts effort into being a good senpai. he takes age hierarchies seriously in Many ways — there’s a responsibility that comes with being older that he doesn’t neglect. that being saiddd the riko scenes are super funny because unlike haibara she is Rude and mouthy even though suguru is older AND was kind towards her from the jump and his response to that is to punish her with satoru LMAO ….. and he’s playful with her in this scene !!!! even a little mean lol. and part of that is satoru’s influence but not by a large margin i do think he was genuinely irked by her lack of respect LOL ….. but then, when she finally opens up to him towards the end and confesses that she wants to live he softens !!! considerably!!!!!! and he’s back in senpai mode. ”let’s go home, riko-chan.” <- he sounds so brotherly here ……. that’s only me reading into the english phrasing tho…… anyway

kuroi is another good example i shouldn’t forget her … it’s kind of a similar situation as utahime actually because when he walks up to her and says ”well, aren’t you strong?” i do perceive it as slightly condescending. probably not on purpose? but again, kuroi is a case where she may be older but not Stronger — ANDDD kuroi is a non-sorcerer. he looks down on them by nature even if he doesn’t really get that himself lol. but he’s still kind and respectful to kuroi, considerate too (like telling her that she’s riko’s family ….) <- this has nothing to do with her age though it’s him being kind. because he is kind. i genuinely don’t think he realizes he’s looking down on someone until others point it out to him. AH BUT DO NOTEEE he is a lot less silly with kuroi than riko and i do think that part is an age thing. like he speaks to kuroi fairlyyyy casually ? but he’s soft-spoken and well-mannered and more mature-seeming. <- which. as has been established. is something suguru just does when it comes to adults. he doesn’t want to be seen as disrespectful or socially unaware (i should’ve mentioned this when i was talking about yaga before since i called him socially inept lolol. but i think it’s very safe to say that social awareness is really, really important to suguru, i’d personally call it a core aspect of his character … socially speaking he’s very intelligent and i think that’s something he takes pride in — he knows how he is perceived by the world, he knows how to give off a certain impression, he knows how to please people and keep the waters calm. he knows how to act according to what the situation demands from him; he’s prepared.) with adults he respects / admires i would guess that he doesn’t want to be seen as childish, either…. which he has no problem being when it comes to satoru LMAO.

and well that brings me…,, to satoru who i was going to focus on from the start but this post went out of my hands cough cough . i just wanted to talk about how his interactions are so interesting because it’s sooo obvious when he is and isn’t putting on a front, since we see how suguru is with satoru. shoko too but still mainly satoru. like he’s SILLY …. he’s petty and he gets irritated and pulls out his curse to teach him a lesson and grumbles about being put on the same mission as him …. (also the cute voice he makes in ep1 when he’s walking up the stairs and satoru teases him i do NOT remember what that was about but you get what i’m trying to say ……) he can be silly. he can act like a Boy and it’s almost exclusively with satoru — someone who is his age, his equal in strength and age <- Most of all. someone who does Not at all have the social awareness suguru does. someone who has opened his heart to him. i don’t think suguru would’ve acted as silly as he does in hidden inventory if satoru wasn’t a part of his class. he would still feel comfortable being annoying LMAO and a little silly too ,,, but not childish to the extent that he is with satoru. he laughs and grumbles and gets frustrated and flips off the screen when satoshoko take that picture after he loses at the arcade game …… suguru is unmasked here. there’s nothing to worry about, and no reason to view himself through the hyper-vigilant lens he’s grown accustomed to bearing in mind. he’s the moral compass of the trio, and the most responsible and ”proper” one, but with satosho he gets to enjoy being a troublemaker too. (i feel bad for singling shoko out because she’s sooo important to him and he feels very at ease around her too evidently ,, but there’s no denying satoru brings out a specific range of emotions from suguru that no one else is privy to).

anyway it MOVES me . so bad . his range of emotions is so delicious and i love that he acts so differently depending on who he’s speaking to. this is honestly even More obvious in jjk 0 because he is full on Faking his emotions and pretending to be good-willed rather than like … putting on a front, or sort of ”half-lying” or framing himself in a certain light …,, you get what i’m saying. cult!geto isn’t just masking, he’s putting on a performance. and he drops it as SOON as the non-sorcerers turn their backs on him. then he’s acting silly with manami (and i really don’t think he’s putting on a front in any scene where he’s alone with his family !!!!! he’s a silly man !!!!!!!! he loves them a lot and is obviously sincere with them, esp nanamimi — the flashback scene on the rooftop is honestly the most unguarded we ever see suguru other than some shots of akari.) ….. he puts on a performance with yuuta but i do think he seriously wanted to recruit him. and he was honest about his world-view; transparent, if nothing else ,, then satoru shows up and he’s full on forcing himself to be silly. because as soon as he’s back home he watches the sunset with the saddest pair of eyes and when satoru finds him nearly dead he immediately decides that he wants to ”die clean” (<- this is how the light novel puts it), only because it’s him and satoru at the end. and in this scene, especially the very last line where he’s like .., about to cry he is unguarded. i think cult!geto is really scared to be seen as vulnerable by gojo. but he just sort of crumbles; both before he dies, and in the afterlife of chapter 236. he’s snarky and sort of trying to come off as nonchalant in either one but in both cases satoru’s sincerity kills his attempt. sorry this somehow devolved into a stsg discussion ,,,, though it was kind of that from the beginning too.

[answer2jeff]

⟡ 'Cause I want you. ⟡

thinking about jealous daddy!lip x spoiled sweet girl!reader rn.

❤︎ warnings: brief mention of a daddy kink, suggestive and mentions of sex but not smut, extremely NOT cannon lip (after S1), girly & hyperfeminine reader (but she's not a bimbo. don't even try to make this misogynistic I swear to god, just let me live my trashy pastel-grunge truth), intimacy, sweet and tender yet very angry and jealous lip.

also hi yes I'm back!! for now.

song that inspired this fic: I want you, by Summer Camp. ❤︎

if lip actually had the security and control to admit to his jealousy without finding statements to make in front of anyone who expressed the smallest amount of interest in you, the two of you wouldn't be sloppily making out against a stall door in the bathroom of The Alibi right now.

"I fuckin' hate when he looks at you like that," he breathes against your neck, almost sounding more worried for your safety, while simultaneously coming off as a promise to destroy the pale, dorky face of the customer that came in on thursday nights (seemingly just to stare at your ass when you'd turn away) if he ever smiled at you too enthusiastically ever again. your cheap heels clicked against the tile as you parted away from his lips and walked towards the mirror. you wore them to get tips. lip loved them, but hated that they worked on other guys. yet, he let you win. lip's arms wrapped around your waist, his chest pressed against your back as his mouth came to grant you a kiss on the side of your head. you frowned at the sight of your makeup nearly disintegrating. your hair fell flat, simply draping over your shoulders without the former magic of round-brush and blowdryer waves. unsurprisingly, lip seemed to like you even more this way.

it frustrated you, but you learned to appreciate his love for "the real you." if you could, you would kiss his lips so hard his entire fucking face would bruise for days. unfortunately, no amount of passion or intensity could achieve that. for now, you'll just hold his hand so tight that every knuckle would crack if you weren't careful enough, while he pounds into you, whispering praises of 'I love you,' and 'you're so goddamn perfect.' he wanted you to fucking cry as he caressed your cervix with gentle, deep strokes. and you did. hot tears trickled down your pretty little face that was red with the slap of lip's palm against your cheek just minutes ago.

but that wasn't of much concern right now. for once, all the two of you wanted was to get the fuck home. maybe lip could even run a bath if either one of you had decently warm water. you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into one last tongue-filled kiss of the night. he grabbed your hand before sneaking the two of you out of the women's restroom and running through dozens of people to get through the door.

"fuck, my feet hurt," you whined, feeling your shoes gnaw at your heels, forming what would become blisters by the morning. thinking you'd have to walk home in pure discomfort, lip cleared your doubts.

"c'mere," he lulled you towards him before kneeling down to remove your heels. as if you'd been watching cinderella, he removed each heel carefully, putting them down on the ground before turning around.

"what are you doing?"

"get on my back," he insisted, extending his arms and looking back to you.

"what? no!"

"do you wanna bitch and moan about how bad your 'precious feet' hurt the whole way back or not, babe?"

you were silenced. annoyed, you picked up your heels and held them with just the strength of your index and middle finger in each shoe. hesitantly, you climbed onto lips back and felt a giggle of anxiety erupt from you. he laughed back, likely not realizing you were more nervous than you were flattered. needless to say, he carried you the entire 3 blocks to your apartment. unfortunately you did have to walk up the stairs by yourself. and barefoot at that. but it was definitely worth it. after digging for your keys in your purse, lip cracked the door open and you nearly unraveled completely as you tossed your shoes onto the floor. you folded onto the soft duvet of your bed, your sheets melting into your skin like butter. feather pillows cushioned the landing of your face.

"tired, huh sweet thing?" lip cooed, shutting the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. he then unbuttoned his jeans, balling them up and tossing them in a basket he hoped was a hamper. the sight of you in those jean shorts and tank top made him want to take them off, but not in the way you initially thought. he tapped your shoulder, telling you to turn over. thinking he just couldn't resist you, you smirked as he took off your clothes, even unclasping your bra. he lifted his shirt above his head and handed it to you. for a moment, you were confused.

"oh," you muttered.

lip saw the surprise in your eyes before you put on the grey t-shirt that absorbed the smell of cigarettes and his cologne.

"what?" he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead before crawling into bed with you.

"nothing," you cleared your throat, both enamored and slightly embarrassed, "I just thought you had something else in mind."

he wanted to laugh, but he knew of his reputation. the way his body craved yours when the words "please, daddy," hit his ears, and how just a kiss was enough to get him begging you to call him that sultry name again, telling you how much he loved to hear it leave your pretty mouth. so he didn't laugh. instead, he just shrugged his shoulders, playing dumb.

"I mean, I love fucking you, you know I do, but-"

"I get it, lip," you smiled, pulling the covers over the two of you. lip pulled you into his arms, his bare chest against your clothed breasts that felt soft and plush. moments like this mattered to you. it made you realize that he really was all about you. for once, your naked body only brought sex as a second, maybe even a third thought. it angered you, and yet it was so lovely at the same time. you started to question if it was really that insane to chain your feet together so he could never leave. but you'd never ask him. not because he'd say no, but because you knew he would and he wouldn't mean it. he already chained himself to you a long time ago. the day he saw you he melted his heart into yours.

"I love you. like, a lot," he sighed.

lip pulled away just so he could cup your cheek, gently and hungrily kissing your swollen lips. the look of greed in your pretty eyes entranced him once again. fuck, he loved you. he loved you so much he felt like he could wrap his arms around you and snap every bone in your fucking back if no one stopped him. and yet, he never hurt you. even just a slap of dominance across your beautiful face felt like too much somedays. so, it was rare.

"I love you," you said, your eyes darting around as you took in every detail of his face. "why did you do that for me?"

you were asking about the whole piggy-back-ride-home. its not like lip didn't do things for you. he did plenty, actually. lighting your cigarettes, helping you with homework before you graduated, renting books for you from the library so you could have as many books at a time as you fucking wanted, kissing you even when you had thick lip gloss on. but carrying you home seemed like something he would've taunted you for even asking for just a year ago.

"because I wanted to?" he answered in that same questioning tone, raising a brow and gently passing his thumb over your cheek, cradling your face gently.

"'cause I want you?"

[bruised-punk]

The Calore Bros are Nightwing and Red Hood Coded

"Do you think we're brothers in every universe?"

Yes! 

Welcome to Punk's mental gymnastics, this episode we're talking about how Cal and Maven Calore, are Dick Grayson (Nightwing) and Jason Todd (Red Hood) coded.

I know you’re thinking, but Punk, how could you say this? Dick and Jason didn’t have that great of relationship before Jason died, after all Dick had already moved away, he was well on his journey as Nightwing, and he and Bruce weren't on the best of terms, and he and Jason didn

Sit down, allow me to explain.

Red Queen 1 Maven and Cal are Dick and Jason during Jason's run as Robin. Putting aside all that was going on with Dick and Bruce and the fact that Jason and Dick never really lived together.

Maven and Jason were always trying to live up to the expectations other people put on them because of who their older brothers were. Dick was the first robin, the boy wonder, he's every aspiring hero's idol, the golden boy, he's the leader of the Titans, Batman's greatest creation, the Dark Heir, he left Gotham and built his own legacy, Nightwing the hero of Blüdhaven. For a young hero in the DC universe if there's anyone you want to become it's Nightwing. For Bruce, Nightwing is everything that Batman was supposed to be.

In this sense Cal is similar to Dick. He's the perfect son, the golden heir. He's that last connection his father has to his mother, Coriane. He was wanted. When people look to him they see Norta's glittering future, they see a strong and powerful son of House Calore. A warrior, a battle strategist, a master of his Silver ability. Everything Cal does is impressive and exceeds expectations. People know he will be a good king. He is everything a prince of Norta should be.

When it comes to Jason it's the exact opposite. People were pissed when Jason came along as the new robin (or so I've heard, I wasn't alive then). They didn't like that he was replacing Dick and everything he did was met with some form for backlash. (The fans literally voted for Jason to get killed off). (There was a fan who wanted Jason gone so badly that they voted a bunch of times just to make sure Jason got killed off). This is where the whole "Jason is the violent Robin, Jason is the angry Robin, Jason is the aggressive Robin" comes from. Even though Jason was a pretty silly and happy at the start of his Robin run. When he and Bruce start having tension over Jason's use of "excessive force" it begins establishing this idea that Jason will never be good enough, he'll never be Nightwing, which follows him into his Red Hood era. For most young heros in the DC universe, for the robins that came after him, Jason is a cautionary tale. For Bruce, Jason, Red Hood, is Batman's Greatest failure.

Here's where Maven mirrors Jason. Because like Jason, Maven will never and was never going to ever measure up to his brother. It didn't matter if he was a scholar or that if he was a student of the arts like theater or literature (also like Jason). He's not as physically strong as Cal, he's not as good of a fighter as Cal, he doesn't have as much control over his ability (yet) as Cal does. In the scope of things his father only needed him to be there in case something ever happened to Cal. (Whether you want to debate Tibe's love for Maven is a whole other conversation). He's the spare but he's not perceived as a very good one. In the eyes of the Silver Court, he's weak and thus a very bad prince of norta.

So of course further down the line all four of them become everything they were expected to be, no matter if they wanted to or not.

Dick doesn't want to become Batman, he already has his own identity, his own life, but he takes up the mantle because he knows that someone has to wear the cowl, Gotham needs Batman.

As the Red Queen series goes on Cal doesn't want to be the king that his father was, or expected him to be, but he assumes the throne because he's under the impression that Norta needs a king, that the cost of the change that the Scarlet Guard is trying to achieve will result in too high of a price to pay.

Eventually though both Dick and Cal renounce this role that they don't want to play. When Bruce comes back from whatever weird adventure he got caught up in, he becomes Batman again, and Dick goes back to being Nightwing. And in Broken Throne, Cal renounces the crown, the Kingdom of Norta dissolves into the Nortan states, and he's free to pursue a life of his own choosing.

Maven and Jason become their "true" selves, or the selves that everyone always figured they would become either because of their emotions (in Jason's case) or because of who they were related to (In Maven's case), and its made possible by just how isolated they were when they were younger. Unlike is predecessor or his successors, Jason didn't have a superhero team when he was Robin. Occasionally he would go on missions with the Titans but they weren't his Titans in the same way they were Dick's or that Young Justice was Tim's. His world was school, home, and Batman and Robin. That's it. He didn't really have any friends. Neither did Maven. Cal had friends. Dick had friends. Jason and Maven not so much. They had their brothers (for the most part in Jason's case) and one parental figure each to sort of make up their social circles.

(Not that I'm comparing Elara and Bruce. Bruce has his issues, but nothing like Elara. That's a whole other conversation).

So naturally there's nothing really keeping them from becoming the "monsters" everyone always expected them to become.

Maven does what he does because he believes that this is how he’s going to beat Cal, this is how he’s going to BE Cal. He commits every violent, vile act with the intention of being just as ruthless of his mother because he’s supposed to be just like his mother.

Nothing stops Jason from becoming Red Hood, from trying to punish Batman for not avenging him, for attacking Tim in Titans Tower while wearing a robin costume (these theater kids jesus). He does that all on his own because well he's the "violent" robin isn't he? He thinks well, it's his fault that he got killed isn't it? He trusted someone he shouldn't have (his mother, oh would you look at that Maven was also betrayed by his mother, I'll explain more later on) she betrayed him, gave him up to the Joker, and he got killed. Bruce didn't get there in time, but he's not upset that Bruce didn't save him. No, Jason's upset that Bruce didn't avenge him, that Bruce didn't break his no kill and put the Joker down after he killed him.

In the same way Maven's resentment towards his father comes from both the constant comparisons to Cal, but also because his father wasn't paying attention. Even though Elara was the one who cut out parts of his brain, even though Elara was betraying him—and she was betraying him because she was his mother and she was supposed to protect him, to keep him safe, she wasn't supposed to hurt him—in his mind, if his father had been paying more attention then he could’ve done about it. It doesn't matter that it's actually not that easy, or that Elara kept him isolated for that very reason, Maven won't ever know if his father could've done something about it. Just like Jason doesn't know that Superman kept Batman from beating the Joker to death.

Dick and Cal are the only people in Jason and Maven's lives who have always looked out for them. Dick was pissed when Jason died and Bruce didn't tell him. He was pissed that he missed the funeral. Dick killed the Joker for Jason (even though Jason doesn't know this) and the only reason the Joker is still alive is because Bruce brought him back. Even when they were fighting each other like that one kinda weird comic where Jason dresses up like Nightwing (this theater kid I swear) Dick is still trying to save Jason because this is his little brother and he already lost him once and he's not going to lose him again.

Likewise Cal never stopped trying to find ways to help Maven throughout the series. It's literally every single other character (which it's understandable for a lot of them) who look at him like he's lost his damn mind whenever he suggests the possibility of finding someone who can give his little brother the mental health care he needs.

Because of this, Jason and Maven both give their respective older brothers a means of relief from the pain of what became of their respective relationship. Jason writing Dick a letter saying that they could try and see if they could still be family. Maven pushing Cal away with hurtful words to make him believe that there was nothing in him that could be salvaged (when there was) and saving him the anguish of executing what he thought was still his little brother.

Bit of a long one but there you go! the Calore bros are Batbros coded with many differences the main one being that for the Calore bros death was final in their story.

"Maven Calore: Beloved Son, Beloved Brother. Let No One Follow"

And for Jason and Dick death was just a turning point in theirs.

"In Memory of Robin: A Good Soldier"

[ladymegaera]

gothic london vampire au frank langdon pov save me, save me frank langdon stealing blood from the hospital, save meee

[yellow-yarrow]

Me when I spread misinformation while za/um is actively looking for ways to hurt Kurvitz in a legal battle

[phoenixtakaramono]

ELDRITCH BILLY/ HOMELANDER THREADFIC

SUMMARY: I've written werewolf!Butcher/ vampire!Homelander threadfics before. Here's another 🔞 butchlander monsterfucking AU, this time with Billy essentially being a powerful eldritch god that Homelander wants to fuck.

CW: tentacle sex, oviposition (body horror if you squint but not really)

(The rest of the threadfic can be read here!)

If you don’t have a Twitter account, I have screenshotted the rest of the spicy half below the line break:

Q&A

You mentioned a couple times that a thread in Homelander's mind snapped. What does that mean? It's typical Lovecraftian eldritch mythos where if you gaze upon their true form, you lose your sanity. It's subtle foreshadowing of Homelander becoming more and more insane in Billy's presence. What’s the mucous-like substance the tendrils secrete? It’s like an aphrodisiac; I wanted to be funny and pay homage to the tentacle h3ntai p0rn tropes out there. It's my first try with this trope so please go easy on me, haha. What happened at the end? They destroy the world, plain and simple. This AU is short and to the point but the idea is that Billy provides revenge on Homelander's childhood tormentors. (All those scientists? Slaughtered or driven mad.) Even with Billy's offer to ruin everything, despite HL’s pettiness, there's still a shred of humanity inside HL that didn't want to see everyone dead (his logic: how can he be a god when there's nobody left to worship him?). With him being conditioned to depend on Vought and the corporation subliminally advertising himself as “earth’s mightiest defender,” HL charitably grants Vought “one last chance.” …But subconsciously he’s looking for a reason, any justification, any excuse to bury this rotten planet that’s been nothing but cruel to him (in his opinion). He’s waiting to be disappointed for the last time. He just needs that one final push to finally forsake humanity—because now it’s not his fault, you see? You did this. You guys have no one to blame but yourselves for dooming the rest of this world. (This is how, in his psyche, he avoids taking responsibility. Because he has “justification” on his side.) Whether it be Vought’s board of directors, his fans or sycophants, the constant paparazzi and public scrutiny, etc, it’s inevitable someone will piss him off the deep end. I wanted a somewhat nihilistic lovecraftian ambiguous ending and leave it up to readers’ interpretation, but you are free to imagine after Butcher's rampage and after returning earth to void, he takes Homelander who's carrying their eggs back to his realm. And they raise their half-Supe, half-eldritch terrors happily. I HCed Billy originally wanted to fill Homelander with a thousand eggs, but the human colon can only take so much. Most of the eggs end up duds and need to be pushed out/ pulled out (which, y'know, can also be fun *wink wink nudge nudge* I can't say HL didn't enjoy that—a lot), and they ended up with only a couple surviving clutch. The children can adopt a human form (with tentacles) like their papa (inheriting both parents' features) or revert to their true monstrous forms.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[meru90]

✨ Dokomi 2023 Catalogue ✨ I’ll be at Dokomi next weekend sharing a table with @ikimaru and you can find us at table L29 / Hall 3

lmao secret sticker

I'll also bring lot's of old print designs and a few tgcf cups if i can

[bbeeohazardd]

IT'S FINALLY DONE, MODS STOP THE TIMER

okay, so, i said i would finish this tomorrow, but then people showed excitement and i got so hyped that i couldn't sit around and wait to finish so here we go

JRWIVRAI

HLVRAI and JRWI The Fated crossover AU thing that i have been losing my mind about for weeks, basic info and world stuff under the cut bc it's so damn long, i will eventually do full body refs with info about everyone's backgrounds but for now i am exhausted and after i post this i am going straight to bed lmao

Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, the world was hit with a calamity known as Spell Plague, a blight on the world that threw everything out of balance, magic itself being frayed and entire planes being affected.

One such place was Ingris, being hit in a way where it split into two worlds running parallel to each other, an issue that caused certain gods to rise to power as others fell. For many years, the after effects of the calamity would continue to ravage the world, and even once things started healing, the two worlds would stay separate.

Until hundreds of years later, two adventuring parties, similar yet different in many ways, would enter their own respective caves. The two groups finding an odd relic, a large gemstone, that they would touch, causing the two halves of the world to finally merge back together and become one again. An event that would result in the two parties meeting, and having to team up in order to save the world.

Outside of the party, the general public is unaware of the merge, but the gods know, and only time will tell what chaos will arise from it.

Gordon Freeman - Half-Elf Fighter Benrey - Changeling Bard Harold Coomer - Duergar/Dark-Dwarf Barbarian Bubby Coomer - Drow/Dark-Elf Sorcerer Tommy Coolatta - High-Elf Warlock G-Man - Archfey Lord of the Eclipse, Patron of Tommy Darnold Pepper - Half-Elf Wizard Forzen - Hobgoblin Artificer

General Groups: The Fated - Br'aad, Sylnan, Taxi, Velrisa, Mountain, Gordon, Tommy, Coomer, Bubby, Benrey Team Nice - Redd, Darnold, Forzen